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POEMS 


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AUGUSTA E. STETSON, C.S.D. 







POEMS 


WRITTEN ON THE JOURNEY 
FROM SENSE TO SOUL 

BY 

AUGUSTA E. STETSON, C.S.D. 


ILLUSTRATIONS IN PHOTOGRAVURE 


FOURTH EDITION 


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THESE POEMS I DEDICATE 


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AS A STUDENT TO THE TEACHER, 

AS A FOLLOWER TO THE LEADER, 

AS A CHILD TO THE MOTHER. 






















































































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LOVE LEADS US ON, 

UNTIL NIGHT BE GONE, 

AND WE WAKE IN THE MORNING LIGHT; 
LOVE’S VOICE OF CHEER, 

HUSHES EVERY FEAR, 

AND HER FACE IS REVEALED TO SIGHT. 



Contents 

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Sing the Song of Gladness 17 

Communion 21 

The Dove and the Star 29 

The Everlasting Arms 32 

Praise to God 35 

Children, Have Ye any Meat?.. . . 38 

Flee as a Bird 42 

Love’s Rod and Love’s Staff 45 

Homeward 48 

Love Watches over All 50 

Friend, Go Up Higher 53 

Lead Us to the Infinite 58 


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Thou art not Far from the King- 
dom 60 

Message 64 

Reply to the Christmas Poem .... 66 

Letter to Our Beloved Leader 
from Her Lambkins 69 

Stand Firm 71 

To My Dear Students and Church 
Members 74 

Dove of Peace 77 

The Sunlight of Love’s Presence 79 

When Love Doth Guide 82 

The Dawning Day 85 

Woleewin 87 

Could Ye not Watch? 90 

Spiritual Senses 93 

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The Birdie’s Greeting to Our 
Leader 96 

Inscription 100 

Harvest Song 10 1 

The Father’s Voice 103 

Can God Furnish a Table in the 
Wilderness? 105 

Light the Torch {with Music). ... 108 

Divine Guidance no 

Garnering 112 

Love’s Lullaby {with Music) 116 

The Song of Love {with Music) .. . 118 

Retrospection 123 

Psalm of Gratitude 128 

Home 130 


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ILLUSTRATIONS 


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The First Church of Christ, 
Scientist, Boston, Mass. The 
Mother Church and Its Ex- 
tension 7 

The First Church of Christ, 
Scientist, Boston, Mass. The 
Mother Church of Christian 
Science 17 

First Church of Christ, Scientist, 

New York City . .100 

Music, “Light the Torch” . 108 

Music, “Love’s Lullaby” . 116 

Music, “The Song of Love” 118 


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POEMS 

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AUGUSTA E. STETSON, C.S.D. 


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£§>tng tfje £s>ong of ^labneste 


OUR PRA YER IN STONE 

Written at the completion of The Mother Church, 
The First Church of Christ, Scientist, Boston, Mass., 
1894. 


C HILDREN of the Blessed, 

Sing the song of gladness ! 
Ring the loud hosannas ! Christ to earth 
again is come. 

Raise the voice to praise him ! 

Bid the world adore him ! 

While we follow listening to the voice 
that calls us home. 

Has the path been thorny ? 

Roses, with their fragrance 
Cheered us, as we followed in 11 the way ” 
our Saviour led. 


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g>tng tfje g>oug of <§labne£te 


When we, Israel’s children, 
Hungered in the desert, 

How the hand of Love supplied the 
ever-living bread ! 

When athirst and weary, 

Faint and heavy laden, 

Following through the wilderness of sin 
and sense, our Guide, 

Then we heard the summons, 

Falter not, but come ye! 

Drink the ever-living waters, which in 
me abide ! 

Bread of Life to strengthen ; 

Waters to refresh us, 

Flowing ever freely from the ever-living 
Fount. 

Mother-love to counsel, 

Mother -voice to cheer us, 

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&>tng tfje g>ong of <gllabne£te 

Mother-smile to beckon from the valley 
to the Mount. 

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Could we fail or falter, 

While the loving Saviour 
Every want supplied, and every tear- 
drop wiped away, 

Every murmur silenced, 

Every shadow lessened 
With the power of Love divine, revealing 
God’s bright day? 

As we catch bright glimpses 
Of the Eternal Real, 

. As we lose the echo of sorrow, sin, and 
care — 

Brighter gleams God’s glory. 

Chant again the story ! 

Christ is come to human ken, his temple 
to prepare. 

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gbtng tf )t ibong of dilatme** 

Sing for joy ye ransomed! 

“Prayer in stone” appearing 
Bids us trim our lamps, and wait the 
Bridegroom’s midnight call. 
Sing, for Christ is with us ! 

Israel’s Shepherd leads us ! 

Love is come to reign forever, crown 
Her Lord of all! 


20 


Communion 


Communion service at The Mother Church, The 
First Church of Christ, Scientist, Boston, Mass., 
June 7, 1895. 

T WAS Sabbath morn. The city lay 
In the embrace of dawn, which, 
As it blended with approaching day, 
Revealed cathedral dome, and lofty 
spire 

Of many a church, where people con- 
gregate 

To worship God. At length, 

Its radiance rested on a temple, made 
Of stone, symmetrical and white, 

Which towered in silent speech and 
Voiceless prayer, piercing the sky; as if 
To point beyond the finite view, 


21 


Communion 


And lead the worn and weary unto 
Christ. 

The joyous birds joined in the silent 
anthem, 

“God is good ;” 1 

And whispering leaves were hushed, 

As if in prayer, 

And as the dewdrop 
Glistened on the lily’s breast ; 

And flashed its varied hues, it voiced the 
message 
“God is good.” 

The crystal waters, 

Touched by hand unseen, sparkled 
Prom lake and fount, and 
Pure and smiling, turned their faces 
fair 

For Love’s impress, and murmured, 

1 Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures , by- 
Mary Baker Eddy. 


22 


Communion 


“God is Love.” 

Eternity’s great organ seemed to 
wake 

The world to prayer and praise. 

Anon, upon the breath of morn, were 
borne 

Sweet silvery chimes, floating on 
Pulseless air, like voice from 
Mother-heart, calling to children dear, 
And tremulous with love and blessings, 
Prayed the Shepherd, Christ, to show 
Her how to go across the hillside’s 
Steep and rugged way, 

And safely lead his sheep. 

Well the disciples knew the 
Voice, calling to feast of 
Love, and thronged the temple door, 
Eager for Word of God, and Christ, — 
the bread. 

The thirsty pressed for drink 

23 


Communion 


From “little book” the key to 
Heavenly wealth, — God’s Holy Word, 
Revealing Truth and Love, — hid since 
The world began, but now illumed 
Through “Science and Health.” 

As deep within the heart was heard 
The promise, “Whoso eateth of this 
Bread, shall hunger not, nor shall 
They thirst again, who drink 
My blood,” a peace descended, and the 
Singers rose and gave to listening wor- 
shippers 

The chant, — ‘ ‘ The righteous shall go in.” 
A holy hush bade human sense 
“Be still,” and Christ was felt, 

Sweeping with touch divine across the 
Harp of thousand strings, attuning 
To Life and Love. 

Then rose the Readers, calm and 
strong 


24 


Communion 


In Christ, and prayerful, trusting 
God to feed His people in green 
Pastures, and to lead beside still 
Waters, through the Comforter and 
Word. 

To hearts attuned to Love, this 
Holy hour seemed like the gate of 
Heaven, which, ajar, disclosed 
The smile of Christ, calling in 
Tender accents, “Come to me.” 

Bowed in humble prayer, pros- 
trate 

Before the Christ, and listening 
For his voice, a heavenly benediction 
Fell upon the heart, and tearful 
Gratitude went up to God for 
Her who gave to all the Guide 
To Life divine, — who clasps again 
The sinner’s hand — who turns 
The straying footsteps to the 

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Communion 


Light, and leads once more the 
Way to God, as did the Christ of yore. 

Communing thus, a sacred 
Presence filled the place, and 
Heavenly messengers brought 
Peace and hope to struggling pilgrims, 
Kneeling there for bread, 

And waters pure, from Spirit fount. 

Love rose to temple dome, 

And filled each humble heart 
With incense from God’s altar. 

And the song was heard again, 

“Peace on earth, good will to men,” 
Sung by unseen choirs there, 

As they knelt in silent prayer. 

’Twas as if the chord of love, 

Swept by Master hand above, 

Thrilled the meek and lowly heart, 
Bidding care and fear depart, 

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Communion 


Then was caught the low refrain, 
“I am with you once again,” 

I have given the bread and wine, 

I am Christ, and ye are mine. 
Hush ! within this holy place, 

Love false concepts will efface ; 
Turn ye all from gold and dross, 
Gaze upon the radiant cross ! 

Holy Spirit, break the bread, 

Till each hungry heart be fed! 
Drink the wine, so freely poured 
By the “Comforter,” adored! 
Then, with power of love, reveal 
How the Christ the sick doth heal 
Hear the Saviour bid you go 
Out into a world of woe, 

Loving all, as I love you, 

Each the healing work will do, 
And, forgetting harsh offense, 
Yield to Love in penitence. 

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Communion 


Then will love for God and man, 

Light the earth with rainbow span. 

The faithful rose to follow Christ’s 
Command, to heal the sick and sinful, 
and 

To overcome the sense of self and sin. 


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®fje Bobe anb tfje i?tar 


A S the sunset crimson faded 
Into amber hues one day, 
And the gathering twilight deepened 
Till it merged in sombre grey ; 
While I lingered in the gloaming, 
From my heart went up a prayer, 
And I lost the sense of shadows, 

As I bowed in silence there. 

Soon I felt a tender presence 

Touching me with influence mild, 
And a white- winged dove descended, 
Cooing softly, Peace, my child. 
While I wondered what the meaning 
Of this dove, with wings unfurled, 
Once again I heard its message, 

Rise above this sin-bound world ! 


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GDfje Bob e anb tfje ^>tar 

Rise and soar on Hope’s bright pinions ! 

Tarry not in shadows dim! 

Preen your wings of aspiration ! 

Chant Love’s holy vesper hymn ! 

See! Upon the blue empyrean 

Shines the star of faith’s clear light, 
Beckoning with its twinkling radiance, 
To a world more fair and bright. 

Look again! Behold Hope’s star-beam 
Brightly flashing in the blue, 

While the star of Love appearing, 
Speaks of heavenly joys to you. 
Constellations gild the heavens, 
Brilliantly they flash afar, 

Breathing words of holy promise 
In the language of the star. 

Thus the dove soared just beyond me, 
Beating with its wings the air, 

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% fje Bobe anb tfje g>tar 

Leading me to heights celestial, 

And I followed gladly there; 

Till I learned the lesson taught me 
By the dove and star that night, 
And the darkness of the gloaming 
Fled, before the diamond light. 

Thus we wander in the twilight 
Of this mortal life, and fear, 

Till the dove of Peace descending, 
Guides us to the glad Soul sphere. 
There the light dispels the shadows; 

Glorious beams of Truth appear, 
And the raptured vision shows us 
God, and man, and heaven are here. 


3i 


®fje Cberlasttng &rms! 

O N the bosom of Love we are resting, 
Love’s arm doth our being enfold, 
And the heart of Omnipotence pulsates 
To measures of Love untold. 

Thus we dwell in divine Everpresence, 
Our Father and Mother God, 

We walk with the saints in glory, 

And tread where our Master trod. 

As we rest in the Mother-love, holy, 

As we list to the Mother- voice, sweet, 
We hear the chant of the angels 
Who traverse the unseen street. 

And listening, we lose the echo 
Of sorrow, and sin, and sense, 

Till the clouds become thin and thinner, 
That conceal the vast immense. 


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®fje €berlasrtmg &rm£ 

And oft as we patiently linger, 

And pray for spiritual sight, 

A rift in the cloud discloses 
A world of wondrous light. 

They are faint, faint glimpses only, 

And though mists soon hide the gold, 
That rift reveals marvellous beauty, 

Of Life, Love and Truth, untold. 


The eyes that behold this vision, 

Seen through the matter veil, 

Are steadily fixed on the real, 

Till spiritual sight shall prevail; 

And bursting the clouds, disclose 
heaven, 

The haven of rest long sought, 

The refuge for earth’s weary wanderers, 
Whom Love to their home has 
brought. 


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GDJje Cberlasrttng &vm& 


Thus Love leads us out from the 
shadows, 

And Love breaks the bondage of 
fear, 

And Love is the kingdom of heaven, 
And heaven is always here. 

Hence we live in divine Everpresence, 
We move to the rhythm of Mind, 

And losing the false and the finite, 

Our heaven on earth we find. 


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praise to <®ob 


P RAISE to God that we are restless, 
Till we find our rest in Him ; 
Praise to God, our cup is empty, 

Till He fills it to the brim. 

Praise to God that we are sightless, 

Till He lights our pathway dim ; 

And our eyes behold the Saviour, 

And our glad lips welcome him. 

Precious Saviour, thou who gavest 
Us the Comforter and Guide, 

Thou whose book unlocked Truth’s 
treasures, 

In whose light we now abide, — 

Draw us nearer, lift us higher, 

To the stature of God’s man, 

Let thy holy love, reflected, 

Light us with its rainbow span. 

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iPrattfe to <^ob 


Restless waves upon Time’s ocean 
Christ once calmed, with “Peace be 
still!” 

When sense struggled, strong his plead- 
ing,— 

Not mine, Father, but Thy will. 
Earth-bound mortals felt the presence 
Of the Christ — of Love and Life; 

Felt the peace, the rest, the gladness, 
Lost the sense of sin and strife. 


Once again, as he has promised, 
Comes the Christ to call his own ; 
Once again his sweet voice pleadeth, 
“Follow me,” in loving tone. 

Hear ye him, again repeating, 

Come to me, Oh ! come and see 
Bread of heaven, living waters, 
Ready, ever waiting thee. 

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Hear him to the troubled senses 
Speak again, the “Peace be still!” 
See the multitudes assemble, 

That his love their hearts may fill. 
See the sinner and the sufferer, 
Pressing to the Saviour’s feet ; 

See the Word dispelling sorrow; 

See, and seek Christ’s blest retreat. 

Sing the song of joy and gladness! 

Ring it out o’er hill and vale! 
Shout aloud the glad hosanna: 

Truth forever shall prevail! 

Christ is come, let error vanish, 

Sin and sorrow, pain and fears; 
Earth will soon be filled with glory, 
Christ, our Lord, again appears. 


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Cfctlbren, J|a be |9e &np Jtleat? 

— Christ Jesus. 


T HE voice of the Master was heard 
by the men, 

As he spoke from the shore, on the 
morning, when 

He found them weary, yet toiling on 
With their nets, by the morning dawn. 
Cast your nets on the other side ! 

How the sweet voice echoed over the 
tide! 

How their faith and love arose once 
more, 

As they filled their nets, and pulled for 
shore ! 

As they saw the fire of coals, they said : 
His love has prepared the fish and bread. 
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Cjjtlbren, fta be ge ^inpilleat? 

Oh! the blessed Master taught them 
there, 

To leave their nets and forsake their 
care, 

And prove the power of the Word. 

The gentle voice of Love divine 

Called to his children, “Come and 
dine!” 

The feast he prepared was at their feet, 

But they made no move to come and 
eat. 

They knew it was Jesus whom they saw, 

And their hearts were filled with love 
and awe. 

Then his mighty love appeared again ; 

He took the bread and gave to them, 

And also the fishes he passed to eat, 

As they knelt there at the Master’s 
feet. 


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Cftttoren, be ge 8np Jfleat? 


To-day he speaks to his followers few : 
Are you feeding my lambs as I fed you, 
Are you showing your love by breaking 
the bread, 

By healing the sick and raising the 
dead? 

Lovest thou me? then feed my sheep, 
And God who works with you, His pro- 
mise will keep, 

The blinded eyes will waken to see 
That error had bound them ; 

That Truth has set free. 

The prodigal, feeding on husks, will arise, 
As over the sea the Master cries, 

Have ye aught to eat, my children dear, 
Why toil all night in doubt and fear? 
Cast your net on the other side, 

And in my promise, safe abide; 

Then draw it in, and you shall find 
The riches deep of Truth, or Mind. 

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Cfjtlbren, jiabe J?e &np jffleat? 


Christ’s wondrous power is a mine of 
wealth, 

He gives us love, and joy and health. 

He fed the lambs on the mountain 
steep ; 

Go thou and feed his wandering sheep. 

He went on the mountain and called 
them in, 

From the hill of vice, and the valley of 
sin. 

Go thou far out on the mountain steep, 

And shepherd, and feed his beloved 
sheep. 


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Jflee as a Jltrb 


For as the heavens are higher than the earth, 
so are my ways higher than your ways, and my 
thoughts than your thoughts. — Isaiah lv., 9. 

F LEE as a bird, from the snare of the 
fowler ! 

Flee to your mountain, ye faithful 
ones, flee; 

Preening your wings, soar beyond 
earth’s illusions, 

Wing your flight far above sin’s surg- 
ing sea! 

Losing the sound of time’s turbulent 
billows, 

Lashed into discord by sorrow and 
fear; 


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Jflee as a JStrb 


Flee from the snare of the merciless 
fowler, 

Rise till the heights of your mountain 
appear ! 

Fold not your wings, till you see the sure 
haven, 

Rest not on hill top, contented to stay ; 

Faint, yet pursuing, press onward and 
upward, 

Love goes before you, illuming the way. 

Soon you will lose in Love’s ratified 
ether, 

Memory of fowler, and arrow and 
snare; 

Thoughts which are mortal will fade as 
the dewdrop, 

Under the sunlight of God’s loving 
care. 


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Jf lee as a J^trb 


Soon will the power of divine Ever 
presence 

Wing every thought to your con 
sciousness bom ; 

Error will vanish like mist on the 
mountain, 

Gone like a dream when you wake in 
the morn. 

Then in the light of Mind’s radiant 
effulgence, 

Gilding the mountain, our wings we 
may fold, 

While Love’s potent pinions impel us 
forever, 

As infinite glories we raptured behold. 


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Kobe’s; &ob anb Kobe’s ibtaff 


T HOU wouldst not be God, if my 
prayer were not heard, 

For Thou know’st how my human with 
anguish is stirred, 

How my heart crieth out for Thy love 
and Thy grace, 

As, through tears, I look up to behold 
Thy dear face. 

Thy smile dawns upon me, like soft 
summer rain 

Upon theparched flow’ret, reviving again ; 
Or, like evening vespers when twilight 
appears, 

To whisper Love’s presence and dis- 
sipate fears. 


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Hobe’g &ot> anb Hobe’g £>taff 


Down the vista of years I gaze, till I pray 

For Thy power to sustain me with grace 
for to-day. 

Then earth’s hopes and earth’s idols, 
earth’s cross and earth’s care, 

Flee like phantoms before the sweet 
pressure of prayer. 

Oh! travail and anguish that rend our 
flesh veil! 

O dear Christ, whose power doth ever 
prevail ! 

Oh ! eye of the Mother-love, ear of Most 
High, 

That hears the lone mountain lamb’s 
piteous cry. 

The heat of the furnace has melted the 
gold 

Which awaits the impress of the Fash- 
ioner’s mould ; 

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Hobe’a &ob anti Kobe's g>taff 


Oh ! soon may the gold lose its seeming, 
and fade, 

Till His glorified substance my being 
pervade. 

Now, Spirit, or Truth, I perceive Thine 
idea, 

The perfect reflection of Love doth 
appear, 

The image long looked for, and long 
vainly sought, 

Appears, Love’s true likeness, by God’s 
wisdom wrought. 

And now I respond to omnipotent Love 

The deluge is over, returned is the dove. 

The face of the Father I ever behold, 

As His perfect ideas forever unfold. 


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^ometoarb 


- Arise, and let us go again to our own people, and 
to the land of our nativity, from the oppressing 
sword. — Jeremiah xlvi., 16. 

A RISE ! let us stand in the strength 
of our God! 

Let us slumber no more in the dream ; 
Let us go to our people, the home of our 
birth, 

Our heavenly dominion redeem ! 

Let us dare to resist all attacks of the foe, 
With our weapon of warfare — the 
Word! 

Till the enemy falters and falls at our feet, 
With his broken, defeated sword. 

Oh ! great is our God, He delivers His own, 
He carries the lambs in His arms, 

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J^ometoarb 


He tenderly shields them and guides and 
supports, 

Oh ! His mighty love, error disarms. 

He turns back the tide, that else might 
submerge, 

He speaks to the raging waves, 
“Peace;” 

His voice you may hear, if you list to 
His call, 

And your sorrow and sighing will 
cease. 

Arise, then, ye prostrate! no longer bow 
down 

To idols of matter, or gold ! 

Arise in the strength of your Christ, and 
return 

To your people, your Shepherd, and 
fold! 


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Xotoe SKSJatcfjes: <0bcr &U 


I GAZED upon a sin-bound world, 

By fear and care oppressed, 

Asleep in error’s thrall. 

I asked, “What meaneth this?’’ 

I heard, “God is Omnipotent; 

This is a dream, — it is not real, 

Love watches over all.” 

The soft voice spake so tenderly, 

It seemed so near to me, 

And like an angel’s call, 

I listened, till I heard again, 

“God is Omnipotent, — this is a dream, 
Love watches over all.” 

And then I heard the brooklet sing, 

And birds in matin song, 

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Hobe Matdje# <0ber &U 

Chant, “ Ne’er did sparrow fall 
Without its Father’s notice, for 
Love watches over all, 

Love watches over all.” 


I saw the lily droop her head, 

Beneath the sultry heat 
Of noonday Sol; 

A raindrop fell with cooling kiss, 

And whispered, “Love hath sent you 
this, 

Love watches over all.” 

I saw strong manhood yield to fears, 
And age o’ercome with many years, 

And heard them cry, “I fall.” 

And then I heard the voice again, 

Like angels, in one grand amen, — 
“Love watches over all.” 


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Hobe Hatches <^toer &U 


Thus bird and lily, youth and age, 
Once blind in error’s thrall, 

Awake to Truth, and losing self, 

See Christ, and sing the joyous song — 
‘ ‘ Love watches over all ! 

Love watches over all!” 


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Jfrienb, <^o Up ^tgfjer 

— Christ Jesus. Luke xiv., io. 


O H Wanderer in the valley of mat- 
ter and of sin ! 

Hearest thou the loving message: Be- 
loved, enter in ? 

The call is now and ever, Come unto me 
and rest, 

From sorrow, sin, and sickness — oh, 
listen and be blest. 


This valley is enveloped with shadows, 
weird and dim; 

And they who tread its mazes, see never 
aught of him 


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Jfrienfc, <§o 


Who walked the vale of error, and 
climbed the mountain height, 

And showed the world the pathway from 
darkness unto light. 


He knew Causation — Principle, ac- 
knowledged Christ, not creed; 

He proved the power of Truth or Mind, 
and they who run may read; 

He trod upon the serpents, they 
straightway lost their sting; 

He touched the sense of blindness, the 
light came flooding in. 

He spake to sense of deafness, it van- 
ished at the call; 

The helpless and the sorrowing, his ten- 
der love healed all ; 

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Jfrienb, <&o Wp gtgfjet 


The Word of Life so potent, the Master 
understood ; 

The power of Love so mighty, he knew 
was ever Good. 


He calleth, Come ye weary, and cast 
your burden down ; 

Oh! turn from sense and matter, re- 
splendent shines the crown. 

The Truth is ever with you, it frees the 
fettered sense, 

Why tarry in the valley, whose shadows 
are so dense? 


This valley is illusion, the Adam-dream 
of sin, 

Belief of life in matter, which mortals 
linger in. 


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jfrtenb, <§o 3Up J&tgfter 


To-day the Christ is calling, Go higher, 
friend, go on 

Above the foul miasma of sin, and sense, 
and wrong. 


Above the sense of evil, rise higher, day 
by day; 

Pursuing, ever following, the voice of 
God obey; 

Till far above the echo of sorrow, sin, 
and care, 

You see no valley shadows, no error 
clouds you there. 


Have you struggled in the valley, and 
felt its sting and pain, 

Have you longed to leave behind you its 
sorrowful refrain, 

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Jfrtenb, <Ho 2Up Sigjjer 

Have you heard the voice, “Go higher,” 
and could not find the way, 

Did clouds shut in, and hide the mount, 
did error lead astray ? 

Oh! list, the sweet voice soundeth yet, 
Son, daughter, follow me! 

My loving arms encircle, though my 
face you may not see ! 

The Christ is ever calling, Fear not, dear 
one, but find 

Beyond the vale of matter, the mountain 
bright of Mind. 


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Ueab use to tfjc Snfimte 


D EAR Saviour, lead us to the 
Infinite, 

And lift us up with thy dear love, to Life! 
O Christ of God hear, while we whisper 
it, 

The Word destroys all sickness, sin, and 
strife. 

We dimly see our Father’s guiding 
thought, 

And Mother-love with heavenly healing 
fraught. 

We know Thy voice, it counsels, cheers, 
and chides, 

And Mother-love for every want 
provides. 


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Heati to tf je Snftmte 

O Parent arms, encircling each dear 
child ; 

0 voice so tender, loving, sweet, and 
mild; 

O palpitating presence of the law 

Of Life, and Love, and Truth, which 
sense ne’er saw. 

We hear Thy Word, its power sets us 
free; 

Thy love shall lead us, till we wake with 
Thee. 


59 


®fjou art not Jf ar from tfjc 
^tngbom 


The Kingdom of Heaven is within you. 

— Christ Jesus. 

( Watchman ) 

T HOU art not far from the King- 
dom, 

Not far from thy heavenly Home; 
Why runnest thou hither and thither, 
Why longer continue to roam ? 

( Traveller ) 

Oh ! where is this Kingdom of Heaven 
Oh, where is this blest abode ? 

I have lingered so long in the shadows, 
I fear I have lost the road. 

60 


rc&ou art not jfar from tfje Irtngbom 

Can you, who have heard the Master, 
And followed the voice of Love, 

Till it led you out of the darkness, 

Lead me to the realms above? 

( Watchman ) 

We can show you the Chart, dear 
seeker, 

And point to His Word so true; 

We can lovingly walk beside you, 

But the work is for each to do. 

( Traveller ) 

But how may I find the true path, 

For I must no longer stray; 

If I am so near to His Kingdom, 

Why may I not see it to-day ? 

If you have discerned the morning, 

That dawns for the faithful here, 

61 


fEfjou art not Jfar from tfje Htngbom 


Do not let me stray in the gloaming, 
Till its light shall disappear. 

( Watchman ) 

The “little book” is the Leader, 

Its Author opened the seals 

Of the Word of God, and unfolded, 
The mystery Love reveals. 

( Traveller ) 

And what is the name of the volume, 
Possessing such wondrous power, 

A comforter sure it must be, 

A strength in each darksome hour. 

( Watchman ) 

The Comforter we have proved it, 

It calls to His children — Come in ! 

It opens the gates of Heaven, 

And shuts them on sickness and sin r 
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tEfjou art not Jfar from tfje llingtiom 

Right here is the heavenly Kingdom ; 

You may clasp the Father’s hand; 
Here is Mother, and Home, and 
Heaven, 

And here is the angel band. 

Oh, searcher for heavenly riches, 

Would you know this mine of wealth, 
Do you long for the Key to the 
Kingdom ? 

You will find it in “Science and 
Health.” 

Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures , by 
Mary Baker Eddy. 


63 


Jfleggaae 


Verses by a Student sent with roses on Christmas 
Day. 

HY Christmas tree hangs heavy 



A laden 

With gifts far more precious than gold ; 
Aye, even with good deeds resplendent, 
Whose numbers will never be told. 
How blessed to know that thy mission 
Is to minister daily, to those 
Who, in the swift march of existence, 
Sink down ’neath the weight of their 
woes. 

Full many a faint, weary flower 
Hath been with new vigor supplied, 
Which, but for thy sweet ministration, 
Might long since have faded and died. 


iflesraage 


I never have sought thee, and found 
thee 

Too busy to lend me thine ear; 

Or, to beam with a sweet smile of 
welcome, 

Which could not but fill me with 
cheer. 

These flowers, so seemingly fragile, 

Are yet burden -bearers for me; 

Consenting to carry a message 
Of love, from thy student to thee. 

D. F. 

New York City, 

Christmas, 1899. 

5 


65 


Ifceplp to tfje Cfjristmas iPoem 


ES, my Christmas tree hangs heavy 



1 laden 

With treasures more precious than 
gold; 

And the angels unite in my vespers, 

As I ponder their value untold. 

Its branches are weighted with pure 
thoughts, 

Which I hung one by one on Life’s tree ; 
Till the sunshine of love-light reveal&d 
These jewels of Spirit to me. 

It is blessed to know that our Saviour 
Has called me to gather his own ; 

To watch, and to guide, and present them 
Eadi a perfect, a tried living stone. 


66 


&eplp to tfje Cljriatmas $oem 


As I, faint and weary, have listened 
For the Shepherd’s voice, far on the 
height, 

I have heard the lone mountain lamb 
bleating, 

And have tarried to give it Love’s light. 

I have oft heard the voice of the 
Master, 

Calling, “Lovest thou me? Feed my 
sheep,” 

And I quickened my earnest endeavor 
Up the mountain path, rugged and 
steep. 

Not the wealth of the Indies, if offered, 
Could purchase one jewel from me, 

Which I found in the rough, and have 
polished 

Till its prism hues flash from my tree. 

67 


&eplp to tlje Christmas $oem 


There is one minor chord in my 
anthem, 

But which Love is attuning each 
day, 

As I think of the gems that have fallen, 
Ere Love’s minstrel had finished her 
lay. 

Yes, my Christmas tree is heavy laden, 
But its branches are mighty to hold 

Every gem, which the dear Love has 
given, 

Every wanderer once in my fold. 

The flowers so pure and so fragrant, 
Brought quickly your message to me, 

And I forward my love, on the wings of 
a dove, 

My dear faithful student, to thee. 


December 27, 1899. 


68 


Hetter to ©ur Pdobeb Heaber 
from 2|er X.ambfetns 


Reply to the beautiful poem, written by 
Mary Baker G. Eddy to the Sunday School Children 
of First Church of Christ, Scientist, New York, N. Y. 
{The Christian Science Journal , May, 1899.) 

J ESUS loves you, so do we, 

Little children though we be. 
Little hearts that Mother-love 
In your bosom broods above; 

Little feet that you have led, 

In the paths of love to tread ; 

Little ones whom you have taught, 

How the deeds of Christ were wrought. 

Little eyes that beamed with bliss, 
When dear Mother sent us this — 

69 


better to <0tir ^elobeb Heaber 


Sweetest poem ever read, 

’Tis a table for us spread. 

Little ears, will learn to list 
For your loving voice, we wist, 

And will follow all the Way 
Mother’s footsteps, day by day. 

Know we well who gave us Mother; 
Taught us all to love each other; 
And the love we send to-day, 

God’s dear love, is yours alway. 

April, 1899. 


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£s>tanb Jftrm 


He that believeth on me, the works that I do 
shall he do also ; and greater works than these shall 
he do ; because I go unto my Father. 

— Christ Jesus. 

D ARE to stand forth in the strength 
of his promise ! 

Wield the sword fearlessly, whet with 
his love; 

Dare to tread firmly on serpents and 
scorpions ! 

“They shall not sting you,” resounds 
from above. 

Christ bids you rise to your conscious 
dominion ; 

Life calls to action, obey Truth's 
behest ; 


7 1 


g>tanb Jftrm 


Love’s constant whisper is, “Man is 
immortal, ’’ 

Dear one, press on to the realms of the 
blest ! 

Sweeter than lullabies, sung by the 
mother ; 

Clearer than ocean’s roar, heard in the 
shell ; 

Softer than zephyrs, the voice of the 
Father — 

“Child I am with thee, fear not, all is 
well.” 

Then let us dare to stand, firm as an 
anvil, 

Holding the banner of Science, our 
King; 

Ever rejoicing that Love is the victor, 

As daily our sheaves to the Master we 
bring ! 


72 


^>tanb Jfirrn 


“Love one another.” Oh! hark to his 
pleading. 

Follow, and bring in my lambs as they 
roam. 

Love goes before you, dispelling the 
shadows ; 

List to the mountain horn calling you 
home. 

Then following our Leader, our love- 
crowned Leader, 

Who guides us so safely through 
matter’s dark vale, 

Let us watch for Love’s hand, as we 
climb Mind’s bright mountain, 

Nor lay down the sword till its summit 
we scale! 


73 


Mv ©car g>tubent£S anb 
Cfjurcf) jtlembersi 


F EAR not, little flock, ’tis your 
Father’s good pleasure, 

To give you the kingdom,” the robe 
and the ring. 

Fear not the mad foe, who beholding 
your triumph, 

Pursues to destroy with the merciless 
sting. 


Take heart, the avenger cannot over- 
throw you ; 

The Cause is the Lord’s, and the 
victory sure; 

74 


Mv Bear ^tubents; 

Press on in the race for immortal 
dominion, 

Nor turn back to idols — resist and 
endure. 


Then raise high the standard of Truth, 
as you follow 

Your Shepherd, who leads to life’s 
pastures immense; 

He folds, and protects from the wolf, 
and the prowler, 

Who lure to o’erthrow in the valley of 
sense. 


Awake to your birthright ! And, guided 
by wisdom, 

Communing with Spirit, the quicken- 
ing dove, 


75 


&0 Jflp Hear g>tutoente 

You will soar, as a bird, beyond each 
sin-barbed arrow, 

And rest, safe in joyous omnipotent 
Love. 


76 


Bobe of $eace 


Written after reading the poem entitled, “Signs of 
the Heart," by Mary Baker G. Eddy. ( The Christ- 
ian Science Journal , July, 1899.) 

O DOVE of the white wings, 
Soaring so near; 

O sign of the great Heart 
Which banishes fear ; 

O Love, which is Infinite, 

Seal us thine own ; 

And lead us to worship 
The Father alone ! 

O Heart of the Motherhood, 
Brooding above, 

Soft voicing Thy message 
Through Love’s chosen love, 

77 


IBo be of Peace 


Hear gratitude voiceless 

And prayers without speech, 
Which soar like the dove, 
Heaven’s portals to reach. 

Oh ! fill us with meekness 
To sit at her feet, 

Who teaches the pathway 
To Love’s blest retreat, 

Who leads Israel’s army 
In paths Jesus trod, 

The highway of holiness, 
Leading to God. 


78 


®fje i£>unligf)t of Kobe’s presence 


I N the secret of Love’s presence, 

’Neath the covert of Her wings, 
While the tempest rages wildly, 

And the dove no message brings; 
’Mid the thundering of error, 

And the lightning flash in sky, 

I am waiting in the darkness; — 
Watching till the clouds roll by. 

Faintly gleams the light through 
shadows ; 

Rifts within the clouds appear; 

While the lull of angry tempest 
Falls upon the listening ear. 

Soon the sunburst of Love’s presence, 
Radiant, joy inspiring, strong, 

79 


®be gmnltgjjt of Ilobe’s: $re*eme 

Fills the heart with bliss and beauty, 
Wakes the Jubilate song. 

Dreams and shadows flit and vanish, 
Mortal concepts fade apace; 

Earth is filled with light and glory ; 

Everywhere God’s smile we trace. 
Could we see through Spirit’s concept, 
Could we hear through Spirit’s sense, 
There would be no angry tempest ; 
There would be no shadows dense. 

Through the wilderness we journey, 
Meeting fears, a spectral band ; 

And like children, faint with terror, 

Cry, “O Father, take my hand!” 
Close the dear Love ever hovers, 

Never absent — ever near, — 

Hears our call, and folds, and soothes us, 
Wipes away each falling tear. 

80 


fEfje gumltgfjt of Hobe’s Presence 


Can we falter, — can we ever 

Fear to meet earth’s phantoms grim, 
Since with tender care God watches 
Over all who trust in Him ? 

Joys immortal are our birthright; 

Life eternal spans our sky ; 

Love is victor; Truth has triumphed; 
Clouds and tempests have rolled by. 
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81 


WHijtn Hobe ©otfj <gutbe 


Reply to a poem entitled, “Satisfied,” written by 
Mary Baker G. Eddy. ( The Christian Science 
Journal , February, 1900.) 

W HEN Love doth guide, 
And we abide 
In Her, our Life, 

The dove of peace, 

Brings quick release, 

From sin and strife. 

Alone with God 
Our Master trod 
Gethsemane; 

Nor turned awhile, 

To gain the smile 
Of Pharisee. 


82 


Mi)tn TLobz Bo t& <§ufoe 

Shall we forsooth, 

Forsake our Truth, 

When foes appear? 
God mighty is, 

And we are His; 

Love has no fear. 

Love, like the light, 

Puts hate to flight, 

And envy’s darts; 
She wings Her own, 

Doth joy enthrone 

In humble hearts. 

The Nazarene 
Of humble mien, 

Won victory’s crown; 
Love’s labors blest, 

He found sweet rest 

Beyond hate’s frown. 
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flUfjen Hobe ©otfj turtle 


Love’s welcome voice, 

(Her holy choice) 

Bids mortals rise 
From sin’s dark night 
To see the light 

Of Paradise. 

All praise to God, 

For her who trod 

The wine-press, lone; 
Whose cup of woe 
Did overflow 

Sin to atone. 

Let anthems tell, 

Let chimes of bell 

Proclaim the Bride I 
Love, robed in light, 

Is radiant, white, 

And “satisfied.” 

January 25, 1900. 


84 


®(je Batoning Bap 

D EAR Love, as we near Thee, how 
thin seems the cloud 
Which hides from our vision Thy face, 
like a shroud ! 

In Thy light we see light; in Thy love 
and grace, 

Heaven’s portals swing open, we see 
face to face. 

False concepts no longer form images 
grim, 

Which lure, and deceive, and conceal 
from us Him 

Whose Life is our life, and whose likeness 
we trace 

In Love’s mirrored love, on humanity's 
face. 


85 


QTfje Batoning Bap 


Love dissipates terror, and bids phan- 
toms flee; 

She calls to earth’s wanderers, “Love 
careth for thee.” 

She sings Her sweet lullaby, 4 4 Mother is 
near, 

Now rest on my bosom, there is nothing 
to fear.” 

O heart of the Mother-love, God with us 
here, 

Our paeans of gratitude rise, full and 
clear. 

For Thy chosen Way-shower, holy and 
true, 

Who leads past the hill-crest, till heaven 
we view. 


86 


©Holeetotn 


Name of a cottage on an island off the coast of 
Maine. 

W OLEEWIN! Woleewin! O haven 
of rest, 

Thy manifold beauties can not be 
expressed ; 

Thy sheltering protection from tumult 
and care, 

Thy peaceful seclusion inviting to 
prayer. 

Thy bulwarks, resisting the storm- 
crested wave, 

Thy towering beacon, alluring to save; 
Thine arms, ever open, thy smile, ever 
sweet, 

Woleewin, Woleewin, O peaceful 
retreat. 


87 


SUoleetotn 


When weary contending with sense and 
with sin, 

The heart sighs for respite, for heaven 
within, — 

When the human cries out for the rest 
and the goal, 

When the sea surges over the struggling 
soul, — 

When the carnal opposes the Christ, till 
we pray 

That earth’s night may give place to 
God’s radiant day, — 

Then Woleewin ! Woleewin ! thy silence 
and peace 

Invite to communion, and bid tumult 
cease. 


As thine arms enfold all who enter thy 
door, 


88 


$$oleetom 


May they lose the last echo of error’s 
mad roar; 

May they look through thy windows, 
and gazing afar, 

Catch a glimpse of the real in the type of 
a star, 

Till the spiritual sense shall roll back the 
cloud, 

The flesh-veiled vision which hangs like 
a shroud ; 

And Love shall reveal God’s world to 
their view, 

Dear Woleewin, sweet haven, adieu, 
adieu ! 


89 


Coulb JJe not ®2Iatcf)? 


Could ye not watch with me one hour? 

— Christ Jesus. 

B RAVE wrestler for the prize of Life 
eternal, 

Treading alone earth’s rugged paths to 
light, 

Art thou so weary of thy self-denials, 

So tired of thy crosses and thy trials? 
List ! to the voice of Christ across the sea, 
Can’ st thou not watch one hour more 
with me? 

Can’st thou not suffer, calm in tribu- 
lation, 

Knowing that Christ himself before 
thee goes, 


90 


Coulb j9e notMatcfj? 


Leading thee to thy heavenly habitation, 

Beyond this storm-tossed dream of 
pain and woes? 

O soldier, sleep not on thy sword, but 
watch thee 

One little hour, until thy Christ 
appears ; 

And the “Well done; ye faithful, blessed 
are ye 

Who steadfast onward press” — shall 
hush thy fears. 

There is no royal road to heavenly 
treasure ; 

The pathway does not lead through 
human pride; 

But meekness, faith, and love, must fill 
the measure 

We humbly offer to the Glorified. 

9i 


Coulb |9e notflUatcf)? 


O patient watcher with thy heavenly 
Leader, 

One little hour longer pray and 
wait ! — 

And thou shalt find the meek and 
earnest pleader, 

Faith crowned, triumphant, opens 
heaven’s gate. 


92 


Spiritual Senses 


T HERE’S an eye beyond the human, 
That beholdeth only good, 

That sees God’s vast creation 
And man’s real brotherhood; 

That looks on things supernal, 
Rejoicing in the light 
Which revealeth perfect Wisdom, 
Omnipotence and might. 

There’s an ear beyond the finite, 

Which hears only words of peace, 
Which lists to sweetest harmonies 
That never, never cease; 

Which hears the constant melody 
Of soul-reviving Life, 

And nothing knows of finite sense, 

Of sin and human strife. 


93 


Spiritual g>ense£ 


There’s a sense that tastes the real, 

And sees that God is good ; 

Whose delights are rare unfoldings 
Of the blessed Fatherhood ; 

Whose silent speech, the thought of God, 
Expressed in His idea, 

Has sweetest taste of Life and Love, 
And never taste of fear. 

There’s a Power, a mighty Presence, 
Which sustains immortal man, 

Which he feels is Life eternal, 

For he knows man ne’er began. 
Forever with the Father, 

He feeleth joy and rest, 

Unfoldeth, as the lily 

On the water’s peaceful breast. 

There’s a sense beyond the finite, 
Which inhales God’s atmosphere, 

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Spiritual Senses: 


And smells the sweet aroma 
Of Love’s flowers ever near; 

Which wanders in His garden, 

Drinking in the perfumes rare, 

And nothing knows of planting, 

Of watering, nor of care. 

Thus seeing, hearing, taste, and smell, 
And feeling, are divine ; 

And prayers, like censers’ perfumes 
rise, 

“O Father, we are Thine.” 

Then, turning from the mortal, 

And gazing on the goal, 

We lose our finite sense of self, 

And find our sense in Soul. 


95 


Ptrbte’s! Greeting to <2^ur 
Heaber 


Verses sent with caged canary to Mrs. Eddy. 

I F a little bird may say 

What is in his heart to-day, 

I would say, “A song of glee 
Motherhood of God for thee.” 

If you ask, “Why come you here?” 

I will say, “Your home to cheer, 

Life, Love, Truth, the whole day long 
Is the burden of my song.” 

At the early morning dawn 
I will sing, “Our Christ is born.” 

And when dawn fades from our sight, 
I will sing, “Let there be light.” 

96 


&t)e Jhr&te's Greeting to C^ur Heaber 

As the light appears to men 
I will sing, ‘ ‘ Amen ! Amen ! ’ ’ 

When the full-orbed sun appears — 

I will sing, “Love cheers! Love 
cheers!” 

And as love appears to me 
I will sing, “Truth sets me free!” 

Loud I’ll sing, “God is the power 
Moving me from hour to hour.” 

If you ask, “Who told you so?” 

I will sing, “You know, you know, 

Who has taught the world to see 
God’s idea, in man and me. 

“Turned us from the finite sense 
To the Infinite immense, 

From the human flesh-veiled view 
To the spiritual and true.” 

97 


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GDfje Virtue’s (Greeting to Heaber 

I will sing a tend’rer song 
And its glad refrain prolong, 

I will trill, Life, Truth and Love, 
Echoing the choirs above. 

As the sun sinks in the West 
I will sing, “Beloved, rest.” 

When the twilight hour draws near 
I will softly sing, “Good cheer.” 

And when shadows chase the light 
I will sing, “There is no night,” 
Then will darkness flee away 
As I sing, “Behold God’s day.” 

If I listen, I shall hear, 

“Birdie, you are God’s idea, 

Sent to chant your merry lay 
Lovingly to cheer my way.” 


98 


Gftje ^trfcte'g Greeting to 0nv Heafcer 

Then how blithely I will sing 
Praises to our Saviour King, 

Join with you the matin song, 

Sing with you the whole day long — 
“God is Love and God is good, 
Birdie, and God’s Motherhood.” 
Hymn of gratitude repeat 
As I rest in Love’s retreat. 


99 


A Tribute 


of 

Love and Gratitude 
To Our 

Leader and Teacher 
The Reverend 
Mary Baker Eddy 
Discoverer and Founder of 
Christian Science 
and Author 
of its Text Book 
Science and Health 
With Key to the 
Scriptures 

Inscription on First Church of Christ 
Scientist, New York City. 


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3|arbes;t g»ons 


Written during the erection of First Church of 
Christ, Scientist, New York City, 1903. 

S ING a psalm of victory, 
Children of the King ! 

Let your harvest home-song 
Strengthen upward wing ! 

Sing, till mount and valley 
Echo gladsome strain ! 

Till earth’s weary wanderers 
Sound the grand refrain ! 

Sing a sweeter, stronger 

Hymn, of Love’s great power! 
Ring out glad hosannas 
In this triumph hour! 

101 


J^ar best g>ong 

Tell in song the story, — 

Christ has come, to bring 

Life to sin-blind mortals, 

Health to wounded wing! 

Church of Christ uprising, 

Silent voice of Love, 

Steadfast, calm, majestic, 

Type of Church above! 

Sing ye true and faithful, 
Valiant, brave, and strong! 

Ring the chimes from tower, 
Hymns of praise prolong! 

Love’s sweet harvest home-song 
Vintage bells resound ; 

God is in His temple, 

And His own are crowned. 


102 


Jfatfjer’s #otce 


O ’ER the billowy waves of fear 

Hark ! the Father’s voice I hear. 
Child of my most tender care, 

Fear no foe, no earthly snare, 

I am all in all to thee, 

Truth and Love hath made thee free. 

O’er the sobbing sea of woe 
Comes a voice, so sweet and low, 

All is joy and rest and peace, 

Let thy weary yearning cease, 

Dry thine eyes, thou art not sad, 

Truth and Love hath made thee glad. 

In the grass, the flower, the tree, 
Speaks the Father’s voice to me. 

103 


Qftje Jfatfjer’s ^oice 


I am Thy eternal wealth, 

I am Thy eternal health, 

Thou art rich for thou art Mine, 
And the whole of heaven is thine. 


104 


Can <§ob JfurntSfj a ®able tn 
tlje SiitliierneSs:? 


Thanksgiving Day 


O Thy table richly laden, 



JL Mother mine, 

I have heard the invitation, 

Come and dine ! 

Feed Thou my immortal cravings, 
Father mine, 

Break for me the bread of heaven, 
Love divine. 

Let Thy substance full and deep, 

O’er my famished heart-strings sweep, 
Till my hunger Thou dost feed 
With the living bread I need. 


105 


Can#ob Jfunttsl) arable tn tljeMlbernes;*? 

From Thy table richly laden, 

Mother mine, 

With th’ eternal bread of God 
And royal wine, 

Let me look to Thee alone, 

Give me bread, remove the stone, 

Thus by Thee, O Father, fed, 

Give me ever substance-bread. 


Living, pure, reviving waters, 

Mother mine, 

Flow from Thee, Thou Source immortal, 
Mind divine, 

Can I thirst when Thou art near, 

Can I hunger, can I fear? 

No! I find my all in Thee, 

And Thy love hath made me free. 

106 


Can <&o b Jf utntstf) arable tn tfjeaMberne**? 

So I, joyous, daily journey, 

On the Way, 

Watch, and work, and wait, and sing, 
And love and pray, 

By Thine affluence daily fed, 

By Thy love -light ever led, 

I shall safe in Love abide, 

Rest in Thee — be satisfied. 


107 


Higfjt ®fje ®orcf) ' 


Christian Science lights the torch of spiritual un- 
derstanding. — Mary Baker Eddy. 

S HEPHERD, hear my pleading 

prayer, 

Father, take my hand, 

Light the torch, and lead the way 
Through time’s desert land. 

I am longing for the day 
Promised by our Lord, 

Light the torch and lead the way, 
Father-Mother God. 

Guide me, Saviour, lest I stray, 

Firmly clasp my hand, 

1 Music composed by the author and published 
by G. Schirmer, New York. 

108 


Light the Torch 


Words and Music by 


Moderato Augusta E. Stetson, C. S. D. 






Published by G. Schirmer, New York 





ILigbt tfje ^orcfj 


Light the torch and lead the way, 

All my steps command. 

Dear Christ, thou my strength, and stay, 
Thou my joy, my song: 

Light the path and lead the way, 
Through time’s phantom throng. 

Thus I fearless walk, and pray, 

Father, guard Thy child, 

Light the torch and lead the way 
Through the tempest wild. 

Father — Mother — Love divine, 

Life in Thee I find ; 

Light the path and lead the way 
To my home in Mind. 




109 


Btbtne #utbance 


Oh ! Parent arms encircle me to-day, 

And draw me closer, as I trust and pray. 

I CAN NOT lose the way, 

If Thou dost guide. 

I cannot stray nor fail, 

Whate’er betide. 

Oh ! Parent arms encircle me to-day, 
And draw me closer, as I trust and pray. 

In Thy pure light of love 
I see Thy man. 

Thy mirrored image, 

Perfect, real, t scan. 

The earth-mists vanish, 

Love reveals Her smile, 

And gently whispers, 

“Bide with me awhile.” 


no 


Btotne diutfcance 


Yes, gentle Presence, Love, 
We linger here, 

While shadows vanish 
And Thy voice we hear 
In tender tones, 

And tremulous and true, 
“This is My image 
Face to face with you. 

“This is My likeness, this 
My perfect plan, 

My image radiant 
In the face of man.” 

Thus face to face with Love, 
The Life, the Way, 
Earth’s night gives place 
To Love’s eternal day. 


hi 


(Garnering 


Whose fan is in his hand, and he will throughly 
purge his floor, and gather his wheat into the 
gamer. — Matthew iii., 12. 

O H ! wheat of God, 

Who spurn time’s sod, 

And rend the finite sense ; 

Who fearless, dare 
On wings of prayer, 

To leave earth’s shadows dense. 

Oh ! wheat of God, 

Whose feet have trod 
Time’s arid desert sand; 

Whose quest for Love, 

The heavenly dove, 

God’s peace and power command. 


1 12 


Garnering 


Oh ! wheat of God, 

Thrust out from clod 
And earth-weights, rise and soar 
To heights sublime, 

Where Love’s bells chime 
Love’s endless more and more. 

Oh ! wheat of God, 

The chastening rod 
Of Love, consumes the tares. 

Love’s hand hath led, 

Love’s love hath fed 
God’s wheat, with ceaseless prayers. 

Love’s chosen love, 

Love’s white-winged dove, 

Has garnered in Her wheat ; 

Has scaled Mind’s mount ; 

Has drunk at fount 
Of Spirit infinite. 

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Oh ! wheat of God, 

The Master trod 
This finite dream of woe. 

Our Leader drank 
His cup, nor shrank 
From test of cruel foe. 

Oh ! wheat of God, 

Wield Love’s strong rod 
Which frees earth’s mental slave. 
God gives you might 
To prove the right — 

Gives victory to the brave. 

Intrepid band, 

You understand 
Your Source — eternal Life. 

Obey His Son, 

The Holy One 
Who stills all human strife. 


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Oh ! wheat of God, 

Kiss ye Love’s rod, 

Rejoice ye dauntless, sing; 
Love’s voice obey, 

She leads the way, 

To Christ, our Lord and King. 


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rest, 

Lullaby, sleep-a-bye, in your soft nest. 

Lullaby, little one, soar in your dream 
Over the housetop, the mountain and 
stream ; 

Higher and higher, love, soon you will 
fly 

Into the dreamland on Love’s Lullaby. 

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Ilotoe’s Hullafap 


Lullaby, baby-bye, cradled in blue, 

Sleep on and dream on your nap-a- 
bye through; 

In your sweet slumber Love’s Lullaby 
hear; 

“God and His angels and mother are 
near.” 

Lullaby, lullaby, mother-love sings 

Over the cradle of peasant and kings, 

“God is the Father and Mother of all,” 

This is Christ’s message to great and to 
small. 

Love clothes the lily in radiant white, 

Love feeds the lambkins and guards 
through the night, 

Love broodeth over each hamlet and 
hall, 

Love never faileth, but careth for all. 
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GTfje #>ons of Hobe 1 


T HE song of love to you I sing, 

It is carried by dove on tireless 
wing, 

It sings of heav’n and joy and peace, 
And chants the anthem of war’s 
release. 

It is borne on the breath of the angel 
choir, 

It is heard in the echo of harp and lyre; 
It is love, not human but divine, 

Which Love is winging from me to mine. 

The song of love to all I sing, 

To the peasant meek and the regal king 

1 Music composed by the author and published 
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®fje g>ottg of Ho be 

Whose reign is ruled by wrong and 
might, 

Or by Truth and Love, the law of 
right. 

I sing the song of the Prince of Peace, 
And await the hour of Love’s release 
From bonds of hate, and fear, and 
strife, 

To the reign of Christ with endless life. 

To all I sing, this hour brings 
The Lord of lords and the King of 
kings, 

Uniting in Christ’s great battle plan 
All nations, with love for God and man. 
Let war forever cease on earth, 

Let the new created world give birth 
To children of God ; let the welkin ring 
With paeans of praise to Christ, our 
King! 

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TAKEN FROM POEMS WRITTEN IN YOUTH 


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Retrospection 


Written in Bombay, India, in early youth. 

S ITTING and musing alone to-night, 
While the moonbeams reflect their 
shimmering light, 

And the waters below, in silver sheen, 
Like the streets of our heavenly home, I 
ween; 

While the twinkling stars, with their 
radiance bright, 

Talk of angel forms in the world of 
light,— 

I dream, and the waters whispering low, 
Tell of childhood, and friends of long ago. 
I yield me to memory, and once more 
tread 

Those childhood paths, which with joy 
I sped, 


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Retrospection 


And I sit again on my father’s knee, 
And list to the tales he told to me. 

I gaze on his face, so young and fair, 
And can see no trace of age or care ; 

So I sit as a child, on my father’s knee, 
And list to his loving words to me. 

Dear mother appears, — what word so 
sweet ; 

Again as of yore, I kneel at her feet, 
And learn from her lips the words of 
Truth, 

As she taught me of God, through child- 
hood and youth. 

I hear her speak in her gentle tone, 

Of our dear Redeemer, who trod alone 
The winepress, and suffered to set men 
free 

From sin, and from death in Gethse- 
mane. 


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Retrospection 


I am clasped to her heart, as in youth, 
she pressed 

Her little one to her loving breast ; 

And I feel her heart with joy beat wild ; 

As she hopes, and prays, for her darling 
child. 

Then I pass my hand through her rich 
brown hair, 

But can see no thread of silver there. 

And so to-night as a child, I rest 

In a beautiful dream, on my mother’s 
breast. 

The dream is o’er, I wake from the past, 

Too bright, too beautiful far to last ; 

My heart is sad, and I hush a sigh, 

As my thoughts to my distant parents 
fly. 

Oh ! deep in my soul lies a fervent prayer 

Of thanks to God, for His tender care, 

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Retrospection 


For my parents, spared to me so long, 

Till I chose the right, and shunned the 
wrong. 

My father dear, as I think of thee, 

Time has furrowed thy cheek I see; 

Thy step is less firm, and thine eye has 
less light, 

But thy heart is as youthful, thy smile 
is as bright. 

And there as in childhood, again I would 
rest, 

On my noble, loving father’s breast. 

Dear saintly mother has felt Time’s hand, 

He has touched her lightly with his wand, 

And as I look on her beautiful hair, 

Some threads of silver I notice there. 

But her heart has resisted the storms of 
time, 

And is loving, and brave, as in youthful 
prime. 


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Retrospection 

If efforts to render me worthy your 
care 

Are crowned with fruition, in answer to 
prayer, 

Then I will reward you, — and comfort 
always, 

And thus my Creator will honor and 
praise. 

Oh ! love is abiding, enduring for aye, 

And gratitude wipes every tear-drop 
away. 

Thus love and deep thankfulness, — 
offerings meet, 

I lay as a tribute, dear ones, at your 
feet. 


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Written during a terrible storm in mid-ocean. 

HE roaring winds and the wild 



A dashing waves, 

The tempest in all its force, 

Appal me not, for above it all, 

I can hear my Father’s voice. 

I list to His words with a calm sweet 
trust, 

For He oft to my heart doth speak; 
And I hear Him say, Fear not, I am 
near 

To all who My mercy seek. 

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Enveloped in clouds, mid fury-lashed 
waves, 

Which threaten my faith to o’er- 
whelm ; 

The voice of my Father brings courage 
and calm, 

As with strong hand He steadies the 
helm; 

In all of the dangers and trials of life, 

In sorrow, temptation and pain, 

When feeling my weakness, I call upon 
Him, 

I never implore in vain. 

So I’ll walk by faith at my Father’s side, 

As I journey on life’s highway; 

And looking to Him for strength and 
aid, 

I shall ne’er from His presence stray. 

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Written in England. 

T HERE is a spot of earth supremely 
blest, 

A dearer, brighter place than all the 
rest, 

Where loved ones dwell, and in com- 
munion sweet, 

Spend blissful hours in home’s calm 
retreat. 

O home ! how glad it lingers on the tongue ! 
Thy dear delights how often I have 
sung! 

Thy hallowed joys, how often I recall, 
And on the page of memory trace 
them all ! 

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J^ome 


In wandering through this world of joy 
and woe, 

As they in quick succession come and 

go, 

May memory often to my dear ones turn, 

As home’s sweet joys within my 
bosom bum ! 

I see thy sacred walls, and press the hand 

Of each loved member of that house- 
hold band. 

Oh ! may I soon return to ‘ ‘ Home Sweet 
Home,” 

Nor long in foreign lands a stranger, 
roam. 

As pants the thirsty hart for cooling 
streams, 

Or weary wanderer, in 
dreams 

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the desert 


J&ome 


Of babbling brooklets, hastening to the 
sea, 

So I, dear home and loved ones, sigh 
for thee. 


Added in 1901. 

O wanderer, longing for thy heavenly 
home, 

Where’er in arid wastes thy footsteps 
roam; 

One “Home, Sweet Home,” must ever 
be thy goal, 

The Mother, Home and heavenly rest 
of Soul. 


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